It’s 11:47 p.m. on Sunday. Right now I’m counting nine patrons sitting at the chocolate brown tables. Three of them have books. One a magazine. A man in a Kentucky Wildcats T-shirt’s poring over a newspaper. More than a few are engaged in unmediated conversation.

If it wasn’t for the woman chatting away on her fancy schmancy cell phone just feet away from me, I’d think I was in a time warp. Does this still exist in Seattle?

I’ve been here a good while now, by the way. Nothing’s changed but the fill level on my iced latte.

So — a word to all you Luddites out there. If you yearn for respite from too much tech, this might be your spot. I don’t know if it would be like this every day — I doubt it — but still, it’s an anomaly to me, and I’ve been around.

Is Weekend Wi-Fi a bust? Nah — I’ll try another spot tomorrow. It’ll be the last Weekend Wi-Fi, so I figure it might be time to visit my favorite haunt, the Uptown Espresso in Belltown. Not sure when I’ll be there yet — probably the afternoon. Look for a post tomorrow.

I’ve still got about an hour to kill. I could browse the Internet some more, but nah. The spirit of the moment calls for me to pull out my book — yes, I still read them — take a little break from all this advanced technology and live in the present moment.